Warriors Of Stone Novels & Stories

And yet, Aragorn thrived in madness. The guard’s expression grew darker still. “And then there are the warriors. Not ordinary soldiers, Lady Eva. These are the strongest warriors to walk the earth. Men who’ve carved reputations in blood and conquest. Men who’ve trampled upon packs and taken heads as trophies. Each one is a storm by himself.” I forced myself to remain calm, though dread twisted inside me like a knife. “And they all came… for Nicklaus?”

His eyes were on the phone again. "I'm glad to hear that. Are they forced to swim again? I don't want them to be traumatized." I looked at my phone, which was on and vibrating on the tabletop, and read Wesley's message. I snorted. I'm too lazy to respond. "I'll ask the chief warrior, Alpha." Beta fast typing. Then he continued reading the message he received. "I got news from the warriors who spied on the White Stone Pack and the Green Stone Pack; they got information that the two packs are planning to go to war. Business competition underlies the war. The White Stone Pack also accused the Green Stone Pack of planting a bomb in the grain warehouse."

I wasn’t alone anymore. “We leave at dawn,” I declared. “And we bring the stone.” The morning was gray and heavy with mist as we rode toward the Phoenix. Kael journeyed beside me, his claws active for a fight . Lyanna followed, her eyes filled with silent determination. Rowan led the warriors behind us, their strength glinting under the pale light. As we traveled, I ran my fingers over the stone hanging from my neck. This was our last hope—our weapon against Raven’s darkness. The spirit within it pulsed faintly, as if sensing the battle ahead.

– The white-bearded man said. Tsuki thought of leaving a message for the Warriors Society, he followed them towards that altar and the hidden temple, the Amazons arrived in weight, but the stone in the man's hands on his staff, sucked what was more than life, reducing them to old ones, then to skeletons, and finally to dust.

I hope they are really there. “Calm down,” Ario said, but I didn’t listen; instead, I ran to the library. I got to the room, and everything was dusty. I used my hand to scatter everything, trying to carry the heavy stones. “Wait, let them do it,” Ario said. I moved back, and the warriors started carrying the stones. “There is a door there; open it,” I commanded. They nodded their heads, getting to work. I don’t know how long that took, but after a lot of banging, the door opened. I walked there and looked at the familiar steel.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d